Page 225 of Misrule
“See what I mean? She can’t win! You hate her because she’s disloyal and Knox hates her because sheisloyal.”
“Nope. I hate that bitch cuz she a psycho cunt. Ain’t no other reason.”
“Make Knox send Emily away,” Megan ordered, not responding to his comment.
“Fuck, fine, baby. The bitch gone, and I swear I ain’t gonna do nothin’ to fuck Kendall up.”
He’d just have to go to Plan-fucking-B and force Johnnie to choose between staying in the club or divorcing Kendall. He’d make divorce sound quite beneficial to her. Then, once Johnnie was free of that bitch, she wouldn’t be fucking family so Christopher could shoot the fuck out of her himself.
Satisfied, he smiled.
“What are you thinking?”
Christopher cleared his throat. “Uh, how I ain’t riggin’ Kendall fuckin’ ride. I ain’t stuffin’ her in a cannon-fuckin-ball and shootin’ her the fuck outta it. I ain’t attachin’ her to a fuckin’ fishin’ rod and usin’ her for shark bait. I ain’t droppin’ her ass from a airplane over the North fuckin’ Pole for polar bears to feed off her. I ain’t boxin’ her and sendin’ her to the Nile for crocodiles to fuck her up. I ain’t throwin’ her in a snake pit or a lion’s den or a tank of piranhas.”
“Christopher!”
“Fuck, fine. I ain’t lookin’ for no bitch,nothin’, that’ll make her go fuckin’ psycho-er and fuck herself up. Happy?”
“You’re the psycho,” she grouched.
He brushed her lips over his own. “What the fuck I always say. My assyourpsycho. You just gotta fuckin’ deal with it.”
“Forever and always,” she whispered.
Encouraged, he tugged her into the crook of his arm. She snuggled close to him and he smiled. At the brush of her swollen belly, his good mood fled.
“How you feelin’, baby?”
“Fine,” she said quietly, as if she was anything but.
“You ain’t been goin’ to checkups every-fuckin-week like fuckin’ usual? You ain’t goin’ to no high’risk doctor?” After she lost Patrick, Megan had to be closely monitored with each new pregnancy.
“Huh?”
She’d just forgiven him, so he managed to hold onto his temper. “You not in no danger?”
She went silent.
“When the next time you go for a fuckin’ checkup?” he pressed.
She tensed. To keep her from moving away, he tightened his hold on her.
“What would you have said if I found out I was sixteen or twenty weeks pregnant?” she asked after a moment of silence.
Christopher glowered at the ceiling.
“There’s such as thing as cryptic pregnancy,” Megan explained. “In so many words, the baby hides himself from his mother because she’s under so much stress.”
Growing angrier by the minute, Christopher studied the top of her head. “Just what the fuck you tryna tell me, Megan?” he’d demanded.
She cleared her throat. “Nothing. It’s just a scenario.”
“Okay, baby. Then think ofmymotherfuckin’ scenario. If you woulda be that fuckin’ far along that would meant all that bullshit Kendall and Mystic and those motherfuckers put you through was affectin’ you a-fuckin-lot. Thatalsowoulda meant that I put my kid in you be-fuckin-fore my dick snip flip. All my fuckin’ pain and sufferin’ woulda been for fuckin’ nothin’, so I woulda fucked that motherfucker up. Ain’t no way you woulda stopped my ass neither, Megan, cuz he ain’t a fuckin’ family member.”
“Yeah, so you’ve said before,” Megan mumbled with misery.
“Wait a fuckin’ minute. You tellin’ my ass you five fuckin’ months?”
